[Limited Open Post] The past comes up and bites you on the you-know-what
A cool evening in late October and Jack is sitting on the back porch, the collar of his greatcoat turned up against the cool breeze coming from the lake. Verrity is sitting on his lap, the front of his coat folding about her tiny form as he holds her: she's grown in the past five months, but she's still a bit of a thing. Likely gets that from the Warden, which gives him an idea who gave her the other half of her genetics. "You sure like nesting under there," he says, affectionately. "Don't blame you: nice and warm here."
He looks up, gazing across the yard and gardens to the last glimmer of light in the west, over the treetops. And for all he knows, this could be the last night he can sit with her like this. His past, by his guess, is catching up with him: someone knows his true name, the name of the young man from the Boeshane Peninsula who put as much time and space between himself and his former home as he could. Only the Time Agency knows that, and he's too familiar with their methods to not be on edge. And he's got the little lady on his lap to think of now...
Back-dated to the end of October. Looking for friends, acquaintances, lovers and whomever else he knows well.
He looks up, gazing across the yard and gardens to the last glimmer of light in the west, over the treetops. And for all he knows, this could be the last night he can sit with her like this. His past, by his guess, is catching up with him: someone knows his true name, the name of the young man from the Boeshane Peninsula who put as much time and space between himself and his former home as he could. Only the Time Agency knows that, and he's too familiar with their methods to not be on edge. And he's got the little lady on his lap to think of now...
Back-dated to the end of October. Looking for friends, acquaintances, lovers and whomever else he knows well.